James Jesus Angleton had known there was a mole... it could have been anyone, but he narrowed it down to either Turqq, Mermaid, or Jeb Gaulin, the head CIA spook in Accra, who was once issued a card disinviting him from the birthday party thrown by Gord MacWarburton for Kofi Annan, who decades later was in the process of giving Mentals Tobleronica a good talking-to about Dief's fiscal policies when word leaked out about what the Hezbollah fuckwads had done to Bill Buckley, the well-liked Beirut station chief. The Venona decrypts later showed that Printcess (identified only as "the endoplasmic reticulum") had been in frequent contact with Zydrunas Ilgauskas, who was either KGB, a tall, bald Lithuanian on the Cleveland Cavs, or a guy who stood outside someone's college dorm window and bitched about people playing the fucking "Dark Side Of The Moon" album over and over again. Oswald was there, as were John Connally, J.D. Tippett and Sirhan Sirhan. It's a kind of new movement, and it's very significant.